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I can't believe I failed to bring him home AGAIN.

Once again the fact that he still hadn't fulfilled his promise to Sakura, his promise to Sasuke, had him losing sleep. No matter how hard he trained he just never caught up. He could never convince him to come home. All he cared about was killing Itachi...

Well maybe it was time Naruto switched tactics, instead of looking for Sasuke- maybe he confronts Itachi instead.

In the dead of night Naruto had packed his things and left the village with just a note for Grandma Tsunade that said "Don't worry about me Grandma! I'll be back home soon!" with a little smiley face and a peace sign. He knew she wouldn't sanction this, and he didn't want a team. This was something he had to do on his own.

For a week now he'd been looking for the Akatski member. No luck, naturally, he was hunting Itatchi of all people. Didn't mean he'd stop. Didn't mean he'd quit. He would NEVER give up on Sasuke. NEVER. If he had to look for fifty years he would.... but right now he was tired and needed some rest.

Camped out by a fire, Naruto stared into the flames as he ate some crackers. Thinking hard about what he wanted to say if he did find the older Uchiha.

Things My Friends Have Said

what big teeth, pt. 1.

When you're dead, you aren't quite omnipresent, but it is generally easier to know what's going on.

Bonnie likes knowing things. It's why she picks and chooses who she has a 'chat' with; Some arcade-goers, she finds, have better reactions to scares. People tend to act differently when they know they're being watched, but no one ever thinks they're being watched when they're playing an arcade game. Silent observation was effortless, and she always had the upper hand.

(It's one of the things she likes about this new... well, it's not really a lifestyle, is it? New... state of existence. Sure, she could call it that.)

An innocuous comment like that throws all that out the window.

Bonnie considers bunself lucky that bun can't show any obvious signs of surprise as a cabinet (With 'obvious' being the keyword. The screen flickers and the speakers drone for a moment, but that could mean anything.) Bun may be dead, but bun'll let go of this world before bun lets go of bun's pride.

Bonnie's story was far too fanciful for anyone to just guess it. She must have heard something of a playground rumor about bun ; Bun's scared more than a handful of kids at this point, and bun knows quite well they can never keep their mouths shut.

A dialogue box appears, unprompted by the game.

      ↳ @nomadpvnk​​ asked, “ “i ruined everything.” for Vik Vektor ”

      he liked his back alley business. in fact, the only thing that was back alley about it was the location, but details. from the little portable television at his bench a boxing match played through, the announcer’s voice bouncing and lilting through the details in rapid-fire description. but vik paid no mind to it, not as much as he usually did, at least. he tinkered with his left hand, adjusting the tool custom to any of night city’s ripperdocs, as he almost always did ---peering through the tinted shades of sunglasses. there was a song about that, some archaic thing he’d heard once on the net.

It's Reigen, sandwiched between two signs that attach with string over his shoulders. No matter if you look at him from the front or back, there's an inescapable, bold message. <Ghost Wanted For Hire. I NEED MY REVENGE>

 @feiyun-commerce​  “Well...”